
The trouble with me is I belong to a vanishing race.
I’m one of the intellectuals.
That, that means you’ve got brains! Hmmm. Yes. Brains without purpose. Noise without sound, shape without substance.
—The Petrified Forest, 1936

That, that means you’ve got brains! Hmmm. Yes. Brains without purpose. Noise without sound, shape without substance.
—The Petrified Forest, 1936